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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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A Day in the Forest
I sat on a fallen oak; she was huge; I cannot imagine the sound she made as she fell. What had conquered her? Was it lightning? A bulldozer? No evidence of either. There was a tiny brook if I followed the rocks. I sat in the sun for a while first. The oak seemed glad for my company. I was in no hurry; it was a lazy summer day. My dogs had run off; all but one. I have twelve; one always stays to guard me. Lucky and I headed toward the brook. She laid down in the cool sand. I sat and stared at the tiny minnows and miniscule things in the water. The water was cold; I took a drink of it; it was more refreshing than store bought water. There was a weird sound; a cough. I spied the white tail of a frightened deer. Lucky did not move, recognizing this as her domain. She bound out of sight, bringing the thicket to my attention. I felt something watching me; an animal or a forest spirit. The sun was barely coming through the treetops; they were high up. I sat in the shade and collected little rocks from the brook. Each one had a story to tell and a personality to share. It was a lovely day; I cherish this memory.
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